angelina ─ zjm

zero.

Since I saw her for the first time, I couldn't get her off of my mind.

The way she walked. The way she talked. The way her hair bounced when she was happy, the way she smiled and quickly covered her mouth; if only she knew how adorable her smile was. And I adored how her beautiful eyes sparkled every time someone made her happy, how she, for that very moment, focused only on that one person and couldn't get her eyes off of them.

She was so grateful when somebody did something for her, yet she didn't saw all the guys that were trying so hard to make her at least look at them. All the boys were left behind because she'd always rather have her friends around.

And I was watching her. I was watching her every move, because, for some reason, I felt like she needs to be protected. Her pretty face and clever mind was supposed to be only for me. Not for all the boys around her, not for her girlfriends, not for anybody else, but me.

She was Angelina. Light of my life, my muse, my soul.

And for a brief moment, she really was - mine and mine only.